A long-kept secret technique, its sword intent soaring to the heavens!
A single sheet of silver-white paper hummed with a blade’s resonance, striking terror into the soul. It was not a sword itself, merely a vessel inscribed with sword techniques.
After a long while, it finally calmed, motionless, bathed in flowing silver light like condensed starlight, adorned with intricate bone runes.
It did not fall but hovered midair, silent and still.
Shi Hao approached, grasping it in his hand. Faint wisps of sword energy flickered once more, though not violently.
“It’s this!”
Shi Hao was stunned, recognizing the sword technique. He had encountered it before, even practiced fragments of it, never expecting to find the complete version here.
**The Grass Script Sword Art!**
In his youth, during battles in the Void God Realm, he had obtained an ancient beast-hide scroll. Upon opening it, he discovered a partial record of this very technique.
Back then, naive and inexperienced, he had only heard that it was the sword intent left behind by a peerless Sword Saint.
Later, ascending to the Upper Realm, he gradually learned that among the Ten Fierce, one was a blade of grass—its leaves like swords, nine in total. When those nine leaves stirred, heaven and earth overturned, its sword energy cleaving through the cosmos, unrivaled under the heavens.
“That so-called Sword Saint must have been a descendant of that blade of grass!” Shi Hao realized.
Among the Ten Fierce, that blade of grass was the most enigmatic.
Even in its time, none knew just how strong it truly was—whether it had reached the level of an Immortal King. Before it could shine, it perished too soon.
During the Immortal Ancient War, it met an unfortunate fate. Four Undying Kings crossed realms, and it happened to be rooted where they arrived, leaving it no choice but to fight a bloody battle.
Four Undying Kings—who could stand against them?
No matter how strong that blade of grass was, it could not have prevailed. None witnessed the battle firsthand, but many felt the endless sword energy tearing through the starry seas, splitting the cosmos asunder.
Afterward, it was never seen again.
Just how strong it had been remained a mystery.
In that era, it had never clashed with the mightiest, remaining low-key until its final moments, when it faced four Undying Kings.
The reason it was ranked among the Ten Fierce was twofold: first, its willingness to fight four Undying Kings to the death marked it as fierce beyond measure.
Second, legend spoke of three supreme sword arts, representing the pinnacle of offense, hailed as invincible techniques.
One was the **Pacification Art**, known throughout the world for single-handedly halting an invasion from the Outer Realm during the mid-Immortal Ancient era, quelling chaos across the land.
It was said the **Grass Script Sword Art** was another of the three, unstoppable in its might. If mastered to perfection, it could sever past and present, revealing eternity itself!
Its glory belonged to an even more ancient time, its details lost to later generations.
During the Immortal Ancient era, some still knew fragments, thus ranking it alongside the Pacification Art as one of the three supreme offensive techniques!
Thus, though that blade of grass lacked widely known feats, as the inheritor of its lineage, it was easily listed among the Ten Fierce.
Yet, this lineage, though a plant—a mere blade of grass—was always sparse in numbers. Only once in many years would a single seed take root in the calamity-soaked earth, emerging into the world.
That “many years” might span the better part of an epoch.
The **Grass Script Sword Art** could cut through anything, slicing matter as effortlessly as a divine blade through mud.
Its cultivation method differed greatly from the Pacification Art. The latter forged the soul into a sword embryo, while the Grass Script Sword Art tempered matter into a sword embryo—even using arms or finger bones as blades, indestructible and unstoppable.
“No wonder!” Shi Hao nodded.
The Supreme Hall possessed the **Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art**, a supreme method for wielding divine techniques. How could it lack a peerless divine art?
This made perfect sense. To command the myriad secret arts of the world, at least one supreme technique was needed as its “edge”—and the Grass Script Sword Art was the perfect blade.
“That beast-hide scroll I obtained in the Void God Realm also contained fragments of the Six Paths Reincarnation. It seems no coincidence—the Grass Script Sword Art and the Six Paths Reincarnation were originally of the same lineage.”
Undoubtedly, it was a fragment of the Supreme Hall’s legacy, lost to the outside world.
Recalling further, Shi Hao realized more. A giant tortoise had once appeared in the wilderness near Stone Village, bearing an ancient hall—that was the Supreme Hall.
And the Mountain Treasure had surfaced in that same region. It all fell into place.
“Legends say the hall carried by that tortoise may not have been the true one, but it was certainly connected to that lineage. The situation is complex—indeed!”
Shi Hao couldn’t determine whether the Mountain Treasure had been deliberately left behind by the tortoise or if the tortoise itself had been searching for the lost legacy.
In the days that followed, Shi Hao sat cross-legged above the lake, quietly contemplating this sword art with utmost focus.
He had long coveted the Pacification Art but could never obtain it—a method for forging the soul into a sword. Though this sword art did not refine the spirit, it stood as the Pacification Art’s equal in name, making it worthy of his full devotion.
Days later, sword energy surged into the heavens. Around Shi Hao’s body, nine leaves manifested—silver blades of grass, also blades of swords. With the slightest ripple, they sliced through the firmament, shocking gods and buddhas alike!
The sword radiance was peerlessly sharp, overwhelmingly domineering.
Without a doubt, Shi Hao had stumbled upon a supreme divine ability, its power limitless, instantly elevating his combat prowess.
A smile of delight crossed his face—this was a true windfall. Another of the Ten Fierce Techniques was now his!
“If I were to wield six divine arts with the Six Paths Reincarnation, unleashing a single supreme strike, what effect would it have?”
Shi Hao mused. The difference now was that he possessed at least six divine arts hailed as supreme, on par with the Ten Fierce Techniques.
The next moment, Shi Hao moved. With the Six Paths Reincarnation guiding six divine arts, he sat in solemn meditation, his presence sacred and awe-inspiring, compelling all beings to tremble and bow.
Around him, the Kun Peng, Thunder Emperor, Willow Deity, True Phoenix, and Nine-Leaf Sword Grass manifested, alongside his own Reincarnation Art.
Any one of these six techniques could dominate the world. Now, wielded together—what might their combined force achieve?
Shi Hao did not know. He dared not unleash it recklessly.
The Six Paths Reincarnation he had used before was incomplete, and the techniques he commanded then paled in comparison.
Now, he sought someone to test it on. Two options lay before him: seek out the Lord of the Forbidden Land for hellish trials, or enter the Void God Realm to battle the fragmented souls of ancient supremes.
He chose the latter—the former was too extreme. Last time, the Lord had deliberately triggered his Severing Immortal Curse, nearly killing him in the process.
For a proper trial, a more conventional approach seemed wiser.
Before departing, Shi Hao glanced at the Swan Sage and flicked a golden pill its way—a treasure that could extend its lifespan.
“My thanks!” The Swan Sage recognized the pill’s value at once. It could grant him more years, and if he broke through to the True God Realm, his dwindling lifespan would no longer be an issue.
In the end, the Swan Sage pledged genuine allegiance and was taken back to Stone Village by the Zhu Yan.
“Master, you’ve come! A great menace has been pounding at the realm gate day after day. Bird Grandpa and Brick Grandpa are at their wits’ end. That creature keeps demanding to see the Chaos Ape,” the Crimson Dragon reported.
“What’s going on?” Shi Hao asked.
Bird Grandpa appeared, explaining that Shi Hao’s previous exploits as the Chaos Ape—chasing down an envoy from the Immortal Realm—had caused quite a stir.
Now, a powerhouse from the Immortal Realm had come specifically to see him.
“He’s strong enough to sweep through the Lower Realm,” Brick Grandpa added.
“Oh?” Shi Hao was startled. “Don’t tell me a True Immortal has descended?”
“You overthink. Even in the Immortal Realm, True Immortals are rare—only the most exceptional attain that rank. Their numbers are limited, accumulated over vast stretches of time.”
Bird Grandpa clarified that it was a Supreme Being, an immensely powerful entity now seeking entry into the Void God Realm with an edict, summoning the Chaos Ape.
“Perfect. I’ll use him to test my sword!” Shi Hao declared.
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